HopInTheSingleLife
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I fixed upon nature
The sounds of fact, or fable
As if some kind of staple
Missing out on lecture
It was a laburnum
While looking upon all this romance, I have nothing to call mine
But at least i am not one of those who are love blind.
I, Myself, Who is guinuine to the highest degree is not always as confident as everybody sees.
